Chapter Ninety Four

Marco’s POV

My heart pounded in my chest as Sage and I followed the faint footprints deeper into the dark forest. The eerie silence around us only heightened my senses, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. The moonlight filtered through the thick canopy, casting a pale glow on the forest floor, but the shadows seemed to dance and shift, playing tricks on our eyes.

"Sage, keep your guard up," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "We don't know what we're dealing with here."

He nodded, his eyes darting around as we continued to trace the footprints.

As we followed the trail, I relied on my wolf sense to sniff the air, trying to catch any familiar scents. But something was off. The smell I expected to find—the scent of the old woman—seemed to have vanished.

"Sage, do you smell anything?" I asked, trying not to let my worry show.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, using his own wolf senses to scan the area. "No, Marco. I don't smell anything. It's l